Time to Heal

Tumbling out of the railroad car, I managed to keep my feet, but as I hit the dirt I heard a crack. There was not much pain to begin with until I tried out my first steps, then everything went hazy. I felt my left leg buckle and there were stars whirling inside my eyes.
It was three miles to the nearest town, it would be dark in an hour and with no more whiskey to ease the pain, I knew I was in trouble.
This was sure some luck busting a leg in the middle of nowhere and when you're down to your last five bucks to boot, the world appears poorer than left over grits.
There was only one thing to do. I sat in the dirt and asked God to help.
I told him: "Get me out of this shit you made. I've had it with this crappy life. How come other people get it easy and all I have is the clothes I stand up in - that's when I can stand."
I was still waiting for a miracle in the morning when the battered blue pick-up drove by. It turned slowly and then backed up to where I had crawled by the side of the line. The driver stepped down and I wanted to shout for help, but my tongue seemed to be stuck somewhere high up on the roof of my mouth. Maybe I was too weak from the pain, so I just lay there and gagged.
She was a fine looking woman, around 35, red hair tied back with a black ribbon, long legs and when she smiled her green eyes flashed a warning that said don't mess around. She looked a serious lady alright, as serious as you could find.
That was a year ago today, which is maybe why I'm telling you about it now. It turned out the ranch she lived on was kind of run down after her husband died and when she nursed me back to health, I sort of carried on where her old man had left off.
Although I didn't understand it then, it seems God knew what he was doing all along and the leg I busted - that's healed just fine.
You see, as far as healing is concerned I discovered everything,
only needs time.